More like balancing on a tiny stool. Now I get the feeling that he might topple over at any moment.
More like balancing on a tiny stool. Now I get the feeling that he might topple over at any moment.
Aw, thanks. It’s just my default behavior.
It takes a moment, and then I’ll remember why I’m actually there. But the impulse to not want to be a bother to anyone runs deep :)
This is legitimately the first response that comes to mind when I’m at a doctor’s appointment that I personally asked for.
Like, I don’t want to bother this nice lady with my problems. I’m sure she has better things to do than having to listen to me.
Shaving in combination with exfoliating is great, I love the ultra smooth feeling it gives.
Best of luck! Remember to focus on your breathing, that has always helped me with the worst parts.
I’ve got my own appointment this Saturday, so I know the feeling. Not being allowed to shave for 48 hours afterwards is the worst, especially for my face :(
I already did all that stuff in my head, I can’t be bothered doing it for a second time.
So that’s where the name comes from. I never would’ve guessed it was something this straightforward :)


It’s hard for me to write on this topic without sharing more than I’m comfortable with. Sorry if it sounds a bit vague here and there, that’s just me biting my tongue.
It kind of flooped out when I gave one too many sad sighs. She pressed me on what was going on, and eventually I told her. She didn’t take it very well because she was never exposed to any of this. All she knew about transgender women was from what she saw on tv, which wasn’t exactly a complete representation. We spent a long time talking, with me giving reassurances over and over again that my feelings for her hadn’t changed at all. We had been married for 15 years at the time, have kids, so basically a long happy life together suddenly started to crumble before her eyes. It didn’t help that she is incredibly insecure in general.
It took several days for things to calm down, and I decided to not do anything for a few months to let her process it. It took me years to get to this point, it’s not like I could expect her to speedrun through the entire thing.
It’s about a year later now and things are better. She’s still a bit weary, but supports me in a lot of things and seems to be coming round more and more. She already overcame so many of her old prejudices and preconceptions.
It helps that only a month or two after our talk, she got a trans woman as a new coworker at work. That coworker just started HRT at the time and is very outspoken and loves to overshare on everything that’s going on with her life and the changes happening to her body :)
There’s still a long way to go, but I feel hopeful.
Hi Cily! It’s nice to meet you :)